Acceptance doesn’t mean resignation; it means understanding that something is what it is and that there’s got to be a way through it.

 

This blog is late. I know. I would’ve if I could’ve. Unfortunately my plane wasn’t on time and my connecting flight wasn’t gonna happen. We spent the Federally allowable amount of time on the tarmac, then we turned around and headed back to the gate. (This blog was written at the end of a long day trying to leave Baltimore.)

But this is not a tale of woe. Although had this been earlier in my life, it would have been.

Travel these days is not easy, and personal attitude has a huge impact on our perception of how difficult travel can be.

As I joined the long line of the “deplaned” (sounds ominous, doesn’t it?), the diversity of the crowd mirrored the diversity of reactions. Cries of, “This is unfair!” “omg, NOW what do we do?” “I KNEW I should never have checked my carry-on…” joined the cacaphony of barely audible airport announcements.

And, yet…

There were those among us in the crowd who just dealt with what life had handed us. We recognized we were powerless over Mother Nature, the airline schedule and decisions, so we just carried on. We knew ranting and raving was wasted energy. We knew the airline employees were doing the best they could in the circumstances. We knew “ya prints yer boardin’ pass, and ya takes yer chances”.

Life is a crap shoot like that. It isn’t fair. Sometimes things work out, and sometimes it feels like every calamity has your name on it. The only real certainty is that things will change.

But, oh, what a difference acceptance makes.

During my extended journey, I practiced self-care, sure in the knowledge that I indeed would get home, just not on my timetable.

And what a difference sharing a smile makes. It opens doors to assistance, the extra mile and allows us to keep the priceless gift of serenity.

The woman I met at the ticket counter before all of the delays and snafus happened, the one I shared a great big grin with as we laughed at the absurdity of life, greeted me today with a huge smile and an extra effort to help get me back on my way.

So, as I’m finishing this blog in the airport, I’m still on the East Coast. My luggage is hopefully somewhere in the air over the southeastern U.S.  And home is two l-o-n-g plane rides away, if it’s meant to be.

And it’s all OK. Really.

Looking forward to a joyful reunion with my luggage this evening.

Your Call to Action:

Where have you been trying to control your circumstances? What fear is holding you back from just accepting the situation? What would it feel like to let that fear go? How would your perception of the circumstances change?

 

 

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